A life without love is like a year without spring.
I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.
If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance.
One must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
A man says a lot of things in summer he doesn't mean in winter.
Summer romances end for all kinds of reasons. But when all is said and done, they have one thing in common: They are shooting stars-a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity. And in a flash, they're gone.
it's a smile, it's a kiss, it's a sip of wine ... it's summertime!
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
In summer, the song sings itself.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
Love is to the heart what the summer is to the farmer's year. It brings to harvest all the loveliest flowers of the soul.
People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.
Summer, after all, is a time when wonderful things can happen to quiet people.
Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire throne.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May.
Shall I compare thee to a summer day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate... When in eternal lines to time thou growst So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
If music be the food of love, play on.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date . . .
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
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